Capturing the Billionaire's Heart

Episode 2

Ciara's POV

My eyes were bloodshot and red as I looked at myself through the bathroom mirror. I hastily washed my face and ran out of the hotel bathroom only stopping to give the receptionist the key hastily. I could feel her pitiful eyes still on me as I dragged my feet outside.

The cold air hit my face as soon as I stepped out of the hotel and I knew I couldn't go home. Not to the home I had shared with him when it was all a lie. I had no one to talk to and I couldn't even go to my family. I started to walk, not caring where I was going. All I wanted was to just wake up and realize everything I'd experienced in the last few hours was nothing but a dream.

After walking for a few minutes I saw a huge sign indicating the entrance of a bar. The idea of using alcohol to numb my pains was something the old me would never do but everything be damned. Without hesitation I walked into the bar.

"Give me a drink," I said to the bartender who looked at me worriedly but still gave me the drink.

I sat there for hours downing and downing more drinks and trying to drink my sorrows away.

"Don't you think you should slow down," the bartender said worriedly looking at the three empty bottles of drinks in front me.

I ignored him and kept on drinking as the images of Nadine and George kept flowing through my head.

I wanted to shout, scream, break things but I couldn't cause a scene, not with everyone watching.

I reached out to open another drink when the bartender stopped me this time.

"I think that's enough drinks for today"

I slapped his hands away and grabbed the drinks forcefully.

"Mind your own business and do your f*****g job," I snapped at him furiously.

I knew it wasn't his fault but I couldn't help but blame the entire world for what I was going through.

"Hey she's right. Mind your own business and leave the pretty lady to me," a big bellied ugly man came forward and sat beside me.

He was wearing designer clothes and I noticed the way the bartender pulled away immediately when the man arrived. He must be a man of importance. He had a sinister smile on his face that made my skin crawl and he kept on looking at me lewdly.

"Come on, pretty lady, let's go dance," he reached out for my hands and dragged me to the dance floor before I could even react.

I was too drunk to pull away and he was much stronger than me. I tried to leave instead but he held my hands in place and wouldn't leave me.

He kept on trying to kiss me and then he started groping me and I lost it.

"Get your f*****g hands of me," I screamed and slapped him.

My reaction only turned him on and this time he proceeded to pull me towards the upstairs room forcefully. I knew I was in trouble now. From what I knew the rooms upstairs were for VIPs who wanted to be pleasured. I became afraid as I was on the verge of being raped. I tried to scream but nobody paid attention to me. They all assumed I was having a drunken episode.

The big bellied man dragged me upstairs and threw me on the bed inside a dimly lit room. I kept on screaming and trying to fight my way out of the room but he was too strong for me. He unbuttoned his shirt and pressed his body against mine and forcefully tried to kiss me. My body went limp as the alcohol kicked in and I couldn't struggle anymore as I resigned myself to fate.

Suddenly a dark figure entered the room and held the big bellied man by his neck and dragged him aside. The big bellied man tried to fight the dark figure but he was far stronger than him and he was easily subdued in seconds. The big bellied man ran out of the room cursing at the dark figure.

I looked at the dark figure closely but I could only make out a silhouette of his face.

"Thank you for helping me," I said filled with gratitude.

"Come on let's get you home," he said gruffly as he tried to help me up.

"But I don't have any home to go to," I whispered before I could stop myself.

He didn't say anything for a while and I berated myself internally for blurting those words out to a stranger. The last thing I needed from my savior was pity.

"You must at least have somewhere you can sleep. Let me take you there. It's not safe to go alone"

I was surprised by his suggestion. There was something about the way he talked to me almost like he knew who I was but I couldn't quite place it. I tried to see his face more closely but I could only make out his hair. I know I shouldn't trust him but something within me wanted to. Maybe just maybe he wasn't like the others.

I shook my head trying to clear my conflicting thoughts away.

"Sure," I whispered, standing up before adding pointedly "we are not doing anything else"

The mystery man smiled but there was no humor in it. "Of course"

He guided me through the bar and out of the hotel and I was grateful for his warm presence. I winced in anger at my stupidity of taking such a big risk coming to an infamous bar at an ungodly hour. I shuddered to think what would have become of me if he hadn't rescued me in the nick of time.

We stepped out into the night air and I could finally breathe again. I could now make out the silhouette of my rescuer's face in the dim light and he was gorgeous. On closer inspection he looked to be in his thirties.

We reached the driveway to my house and he motioned me forward. "This is where we part ways," he said with a tone of finality.

Now that I was home I didn't want to be alone, at least not in the house I shared with George.

"You didn't even tell me your name," I called out, stopping him.

He looked away. "I prefer to remain anonymous. It won't do you any good to know me"

He turned to walk away again but I wasn't ready to let him go just yet and I reached for his hands to stop him.

"Wait, don't go yet," I mumbled, still holding his hands.

The night breeze blew against my skin and my gown clung to my body, the neckline dipping low enough to reveal the swell of my cleavage. He sucked in his breath as he looked at me. At that moment I wanted him, needed him to erase the pain that George had caused in my heart.

I leaned in closely towards him but he didn't budge and my cheeks grew pink from embarrassment at my desperation. I began to turn away but he pulled me into his arms.

His arms held me firmly and possesively as I looked up into his gray eyes. This was the first time I was fully seeing his face and he had to be one of the most handsome men I had ever met. He looked a lot older than I had expected. He seemed to be in his late thirties but I felt he might be much older. There was a certain charm around him that made him all the more irresistible.

I didn't break eye contact with him and the air crackled with electricity as the tension hummed between us.

He cupped my chin firmly with his hands and swiftly but gently pulled me against the wall, his lips crashing down on mine.

The kiss was slow, sensual and filled with desire. I had never felt like this before, not even when I kissed George. Our tongues entwined together as I ran my hands over his chest savoring the feel of his muscles beneath his shirt.

I didn't care about anything anymore. I didn't care if we were outside and anybody could see us. All I cared about was this moment and for once I felt alive and utterly desired.

He pulled away slightly, his forehead touching mine as he said breathlessly.

"This is quite tempting but I won't take advantage of your drunken state." His voice was stern but held a soft restraint as he pulled away from me slowly.

I let out an unhappy grunt as he ushered me forward into the entrance of my house and waited for me to activate the security lock.

"Are you sure you aren't going to regret this?" I said, running my hands through his chest flirtatiously.

"Very sure" he mumbled and turned away.

I stared at his retreating back and knew within me I would never be able to forget about him.

I didn't even get his name.